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Liu Qingshan thought for a while: "Li, actually, a work like Jurassic Park can be written as a series."

"And, as you said just now, there are people in Hollywood who value this novel and want to turn it into a movie. Why don't you try it?"

"Make a movie, oh, why didn't I think of it, it must be fun." Xiao Li was like a little doll who got a new toy, screaming excitedly.

Liu Qingshan quickly reminded him: "The premise is that you need to find a good director, such as Spielberg."

Xiao Li chuckled: "Hmm, in fact, he just fell in love with our big dinosaur."

This can only be called fate, Liu Qingshan said again: "If you allow, you can invest part of it yourself."

"And you, are your pounds sleeping in the bank?"

Xiao Li immediately asked back.

Liu Qingshan glanced at him. It seems that this guy has figured it out. It is not impossible to invest a few million. After all, this movie is also a big hit in the end, with a box office of over one billion. No matter what, it will not lose money.

Seeing that there are two reporters beside him, Liu Qingshan didn't want to talk about this topic in front of outsiders, so he said with a smile:

"Li, that starry sky, do you have the items ready for exchange?"

Xiao Li smiled: "Of course I came prepared, Liu, this is the famous oil painting connoisseur Mr. John, I want to appreciate your starry sky."

Hearing what he said, Liu Qingshan understood. Of course, the authenticity must be verified first. If it is really the work of Vincent Van Gogh, they will be willing to exchange it.

Liu Qingshan is also looking forward to it: It seems that the things brought by the other party are definitely not ordinary.

That being the case, let's look at the painting first.

Liu Qingshan explained to the two reporters, and the two beautiful reporters also expressed that they wanted to witness it.

So I drove two cars to the commune. In front of the dinosaur fossil museum, it was still empty. The old man at the gate was leaning against the gate and taking a nap.

Seeing this, Xiao Li couldn't help shaking his head: "Liu, if there is such a museum in my country, there will definitely be many parents who bring their children to visit."

Liu Qingshan also nodded with a smile: "Soon, our country will soon reach this level."

After entering the museum, head straight to Liu Qingshan's private treasure room.

"Oh, Liu, you seem to have more exhibits."

With a glance of Xiao Li's eyes, he can see the changes. He also knows that collecting antiques is very expensive.

Liu Qingshan's collection, of course, is constantly increasing, and he also nodded in relief.

"Oh, cake seller!"

There was a strange scream, and it was Mr. John, the connoisseur who had never had a sense of presence, dancing in front of the oil painting of the starry sky.

On the ground, a magnifying glass also fell.

"It can't be wrong, it's definitely Vincent's work, and it's the best starry sky. Just now, I almost felt like I turned into a star in it!"

John's spirit seemed extremely excited, Liu Qingshan rushed to his side, worried that this guy would go crazy, don't destroy the treasure in this treasure room.

After listening to John's words, Xiao Li was finally relieved.

Although he was already quite sure that it was a work of Van Gogh, he was an amateur after all, so he had to find an insider to read it before he could really feel at ease.

"This is a work that can touch the soul, it's great, it's simply great!"

John muttered to himself.

It seems that Xiao Li is also quite honest, and he didn't ask John to deliberately belittle anything.

The two reporters also went up to appreciate it, but they couldn't see why, and felt a little dizzy watching it.

It's better to look at the paintings of landscapes, flowers and birds around. These Chinese paintings are really pleasing to the eye.

This is the cultural difference, which is better and which is worse, the benevolent sees the benevolent and the wise sees wisdom.

Liu Qingshan just watched quietly, he knew: If Xiao Li didn't show him something that moved his heart this time, he would definitely not be able to take this starry sky with him.

After a while, John gradually returned to normal. He stopped yelling and just stood quietly in front of the painting in a daze.

And Xiao Li nodded with satisfaction: "Liu, it's time to see what I brought next, and you are satisfied."

Liu Qingshan cheerfully pointed to the Chinese paintings hanging around: "Li, don't talk big."

Xiao Li didn't argue, and asked his attendant to bring a cardboard box, and when he opened it, an old silk book was revealed.

Liu Qingshan couldn't help but feel refreshed: It can't be a painting of Tang and Song Dynasties, right?

Because the preservation of paper has a limited number of years, generally no more than a thousand years, so most of the older paintings that can be preserved to the present are mostly silk.

After unfolding, the picture is yellowish, with half of it written and half of it painted.

The painting is a white flower branch, on which stands a colorful parrot, plump and lifelike.

Looking at the inscription next to it, even if Liu Qingshan is a layman, he can see that the very distinctive calligraphy should be the famous thin gold style.

Could it be Song Huizong's calligraphy and painting?

Liu Qingshan couldn't help but feel refreshed. Although he also has a lot of ancient paintings on hand, there are really no ones that have reached this level.

"This is in the collection of the Boston Museum. Here is the proof of the collection. I heard that the author is an ancient president of yours. It is older than the history of our country."

Liu Qingshan didn't bother to correct Xiao Li about the difference between the emperor and the president.

Because of Xiao Li's words, Liu Qingshan no longer has any doubts, it seems that it is indeed Song Huizong's painting.

Look at the collection certificate, it turns out that this painting is called "Picture of Five-Colored Parrots".

He took a deep breath: "Change!"

Xiao Li also stretched out his hand: "Liu, I knew you would definitely agree. This painting is the treasure of the Boston Museum. If it weren't for John's help, the Jedi would not agree."

Thinking about it, this is also the reason. Not everyone can lend such an important collection. This Xiao Li is indeed not easy.

But Liu Qingshan looked at that John, still standing in front of the starry sky in a daze, so he didn't feel a smile on his face: this painting is also not simple.

In this deal, it doesn't matter who takes advantage and who suffers, everyone gets what they need.

Such a result is naturally a happy one.

The two parties signed the exchange contract, even if it came into effect officially, and then they each held their own paintings, and they were all happy.

Xiao Li's busy work is not in vain. Although the ownership of this starry sky map belongs to the Boston Museum, he has the right to visit and appreciate it at any time.

You know, these famous paintings are rarely exhibited at ordinary times, and you can't just see them whenever you want.

Back at Jiapigou, Liu Qingshan began to prepare meals and entertain guests.

He also took the time to call Uncle Lu, and the aunt who was in charge of calling people said hello. It happened that Master Lu and the others had just returned, and they found him right away.

Liu Qingshan talked about changing into a picture of a five-color parrot.

He also asked: "Master Lu, we are not losing money on this deal, right?"

There was a bang from the microphone, followed by a harsh noise.

Another aunt's voice came through the microphone: "Xiao Lu, you have to be careful, this phone is expensive, you should hold on to it, don't break the microphone. Public property, that will be compensated! "

Chapter 458 Can't you keep a low profile?

"It's not bad, it's not bad, I heard it for real." Liu Qingshan yelled hastily.

Uncle Lu's voice came from the phone: "Qingshan, aren't you kidding me?"

"That's right, it's Song Huizong's picture of a five-color parrot. What's wrong, is it a loss?" Liu Qingshan's heart was suspended again. After all, he was not a professional, so he might have made a mistake in his judgment.

"Losing money? Qingshan, you've made a lot of money this time, it's a national treasure!"

From the voice, one could hear Uncle Lu's excitement, and then he began to talk about it, such as the picture of going up the river during the Qingming Festival, the picture of living in Fuchuan Mountain, the picture of Wuniu, the picture of Han Xizai's night banquet, etc., he talked a lot.

There are some things Liu Qingshan has heard, and some things he has not heard. In the end, Uncle Lu said:

"This picture of a five-color parrot is comparable to these paintings. If you say it is precious or not, it is a priceless treasure!"

Liu Qingshan also understood a little bit, and he was even more happy in his heart. He didn't know that this picture of a five-color parrot not only contained paintings, but also had inscriptions and poems on it, so it was even more precious.

That is to say, in this era, the value of Huaxia's artworks has not been fully developed, otherwise, the Boston Museum would definitely not exchange them.

From this point of view, Liu Qingshan can be regarded as a big bargain.

He was very happy when he heard Uncle Lu say on the other end of the phone: "Qingshan, when you come next time, you must bring this painting with you."

"Ask Erye Bai to help clean up. Those foreigners don't know how to handle our traditional Chinese paintings."

After hearing this, Liu Qingshan also felt that it made sense, so he agreed.

But he is about to leave for Heihe, and if he goes to the capital, he really doesn't know when.

He is really worried about asking others to take it over.

Putting down the phone, Liu Qingshan was in a happier mood, thinking that he should get something delicious for Xiao Li and the others, then kill another big goose, and stew the big goose in an iron pot.

When they got home, they saw that Xiao Li was enjoying the starry sky with John. Looking at the satisfied smiles on the faces of those two people, they probably felt that they had taken advantage of it in their hearts.

"Such a great work was almost destroyed by you. How can oil paintings be so decorated?"

Seeing Liu Qingshan, that old John immediately became angry.

Liu Qingshan took a look, it turned out to be mounted according to traditional Chinese painting.

Thinking about what Master Lu said just now, he couldn't help but laugh: Well, let's not talk about anyone.

The dinner was of course very sumptuous, especially the big bowl of big goose with wide noodles and dried potatoes in it, so much that Xiao Li and the others had greasy mouths.

But Xiao Li said that they will leave tomorrow, mainly because Mr. John is in a hurry to go back and deal with the mounting of this painting.

Then, Xiao Li pulled Liu Qingshan and began to discuss the idea of ​​the new book.

Seeing that the two reporters were stunned: It seems that we haven't interviewed yet?

The interview between the two of them can only be postponed tomorrow, because Xiao Li and Liu Qingshan chatted for most of the night.

The next day, Xiao Li and his party, Gu Yaya and Lu Xiaofeng were sent away, and then the interview from yesterday continued.

It's just that now, they have gained a new understanding of the interviewee: this is not only a leader who can lead the villagers out of poverty, but also a writer.

Can go abroad to earn manuscript fees, can you say that they are not good?

If you don't agree, go try it!

A few days later, the deeds of Jiapigou were published in the provincial and city newspapers, and they were all under the title of "10 yuan village".

As for Bishui County, it has been publicized early on.

There are typical models in the north. This sentence is not for nothing. Jiapigou has faintly become a new model.

Just wait for a national newspaper like the People's Newspaper to add another firewood.

In the end, even Lin Zizhou couldn't sit still anymore, and he came to Jiapigou early, and he was also worried that other colleagues would get there first.

In fact, there is no need to worry about it at all. Their newspapers do a series of reports. If they don't move, other newspapers will definitely not dare to grab it.

"Qingshan, it's really good. It has become a 10 yuan village so quickly. I thought it would take another three or two years."

As soon as they met, Lin Zizhou expressed his congratulations.

The development of Jiapigou has indeed exceeded his expectations.

They are all his own people, so Liu Qingshan doesn't have to hide it: "Uncle, I'm actually a bit lucky, mainly because the yew saplings sold for a lot of money."

"Moreover, less than 10 yuan was allocated to everyone."

Of course Lin Zizhou knew that Liu Qingshan paid the most money and took the most shares in contracting the mountain.

Therefore, in the income of the Jiapigou Cooperative, Liu Qingshan accounts for the largest proportion.

However, this kind of thing is still a bit too sensitive at the moment, so it's better not to mention it when reporting.

When everyone is working hard to become a million-dollar household, you have become a million-dollar household. How many people will be jealous?

For interviews, Lin Zizhou is very familiar with the road, and in three days, he has completely mastered the first-hand materials, so it depends on how to write it when he goes back.

"Qingshan, I heard that you have published two books abroad, what's going on?"

Lin Zizhou felt that in addition to the series of reports, he could also do an exclusive interview with Liu Qingshan, so that it could serve as a demonstration.

Since it is an exclusive interview, it is of course necessary to collect more materials.

At present, poetry and literature are the last glory. If they can be labeled as writers, their influence will definitely be greater.

When Liu Qingshan heard it, he waved his hands again and again: "Uncle, this is meaningless, so I don't want to write it. I just made up a story, but the two foreigners took it seriously and wrote it out. I didn't move a single word."